Mable, Remarkable Mable

Oh, Mable, remarkable Mable

your dining demeanor is queer

you eat with your feet on your table

while a teaspoon sticks out of your ear



Your mouth opens wide and than wider

as you shovel six hamburgers in

your elbows are dripping with cider

there mustared all over your chin



In your lap lies a lump of linguine

your toes cling to slices of bread

your kness balance pound of zucchini

there's a pudding on top of your head



Your nose is spread thickly with butter

your shoulders hold pickles in brine

Oh, Mable, you may make me mutter

but it's wonderful watching you dine